my chest rises
just as the sun does
and water courses
through Mother
just as blood does my veins
she takes my breath away
and I cry in jealousy
as she begs me, please
to love myself

she whispers me cliches
and says my flaws are beautiful
so I ask her why I'm a paradox
in even the prettiest of eyes

she says you are a paradox
and you think that makes you flawed
but paradoxes are intentional
how can something purposeful be wrong?
how can anyone be flawed in a world like this?

so I explain:
those think thighs
that wide waist
no tits
and soft ass
she laughs and says she loves them
and I cover my face and cry

please don't lie
to me

look away from the mirror
she whispers
look at me instead

so I reach in deep
in the deepest parts of me
and find her there -
Mother
we are one
and I love her
she is all I want to be
and I am

you are flawless she says
and she explains:
those thick thighs
that wide waist
no tits and soft ass
I cover my face and laugh

...I am flawless